I hear her in the color gray
muffled, fuzzy, distant
The words crawling slowly
into my ears
like a starving man moves to shade in the heat of the day
limping,
collapsing.
Myself, relapsing - into my fancies
O daydreams, my daydreams
take me away.
The people go first - fading into the stark white walls
their voices dimmer, dimmer, dimmer
Shimmering - sunlight
The reflection off the leg of a chair
Staring into the brightness --
falling into it and coming out
the other side
the glare now off a glassy lake.
Utter stillness,
sanctity,
solitude.
Trees need no words to communicate,
I need only breathe in to understand the mountains.
And the truth comes gliding
from the bough of a juniper - chirping
and nodding curiously - whilst upon a fallen log.
There is no need for words
in this world
where still I sit on the other side
of the sunlight,
at a desk,
in a room,
Being taught "English" in a tongue which does not resonate.
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